The Billionaire Who Waited While He Drowned

Two in the morning, and I stood at the foot of Sybilla Henson's building, watching Ferris James hold her, his face buried in the curve of her neck.

"She's just too much. Every single day, on and on about nothing."

His voice was muffled. "I can barely breathe."

Sybilla stroked the back of his head. "But you promised we'd never be apart."

"That's why I came to you."

Ferris gave a bitter little laugh. "You're the only place I can catch my breath."

The keyring slipped out of my hand and hit the ground with a clink.

They turned at the same time.